Page 30 of Snowed in with My Pucking Ex
“Like what?” My breath catches as she shifts closer, her hands landing on me. One moves to my chest, while the other cups the side of my neck. If she comes any closer, I swear she’ll find out just how happy I am to be lying beside her, and I’m trying to avoid that, not to put any pressure on her. I want her to be comfortable beside me and sleeping soundly tonight, if possible.
“Thoughtful. I think your love language is acts of service.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She nods, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to my lips. When she pulls back, desire burns in her irises. She lies flat on her back, grabbing for my hands to pull me toward her. She sets them on her hips, and it hits me that her shirts no longer there. I shift my fingers higher, my palms gliding over her exposed skin, only to find she’s pushed her shirt all the way up. My palms rest on her ribs, right underneath her breasts, and it’s taking everything in me not to move them to brush against her breasts and accidentally graze those hard nipples I saw moments ago.
“Jesus,” I groan, staring at her face, watching for any moment she may want me to stop. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to feel pressured, or like I expect this because we’re sharing a bed.”
She reaches for my jeans, popping open the button. She lowers the zipper, reaching into my underwear and grabbing my cock as she admits, “I’ve dreamt of touching this cock.” She pumps me roughly with her tight grip, making my hips shift forward and back. “Of sucking it into my mouth, and then feeling you deep inside me, filling and stretching my pussy, for a very long time. I want you, Sean. Only you. Please? Will you put me out of my misery here and finish taking my clothes off?”
“You’re not the only one who’s thought of my cock deep inside your pussy, of making love to you until you're full of my cum. In my case, it’s been more times than I can count. If I take your clothes off, I’m going to want a taste from everywhere. I want my tongue in your pussy, in your booty, and all over your beautiful breasts. I want to lick every single inch of you, you know, to see which parts are the sweetest.”
“Then by all means, have some dessert.” She invites with a whisper as she watches me kick my pants off, then she moves my hand underneath her panties.
She’s soaked, her underwear wet from her dripping slit. “Do you want my fingers inside of you first? Want me to fill your precious pussy and warm you up before shoving my big cock inside?” My fingers run through the wetness, loving how soaked my hand’s getting from her excitement.
“God, yes,” she whispers, her breath already choppy.
I pull my fingers free for a moment, sucking them in my mouth to taste her pussy juices for the first time. “Mm, so delicious,” I comment, then push my hand back inside her panties. My fingers trail through her pussy lips, moving back and forth, nudging her clit a couple of times until she’s writhing with need. Once I have her on the cusp, I press inside her entrance. She cries out with the motion, her pussy spasming like crazy as she climaxes, her pussy flooding my hand with her desire.
“So perfect,” I compliment. “Are you sure this is what you want? We can stop right now, and I will still feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”
“I’m more than sure,” she shifts, shoving up her shirt until it’s completely off, and she tosses to toward the couch. I tug her underwear off, and then we’re both naked, lying beside each other and incredibly turned on. I’ve never wanted a woman so bad in my entire life before right now. “My pussy’s all messy for you, you better clean it up.”
“Mm,” I hum with delight, and then I’m shifting below the blankets and between her thighs, desperate to show her just how much she means to me.
I’m suddenly woken up, pulled from a deep, sated sleep. I’d already woken up several times throughout the night to check on the fire, and each time I did, I also took the opportunity to pleasure Winter in a different way. I could’ve stayed up all night long, but after so many times of her shouting my name, while her thighs vibrated in satisfaction, I had to give her a break. And, after the last time, she’d drifted off, yawning because I’dworn her completely out. An intense feeling of satisfaction like no other filled my chest, and then I was out like a light, having the best dreams about the woman lying beside me.
I lift my head, glancing around the room, as I listen for what could’ve woken me up. The last log I put on the fire is about half the size it was initially, so I guess I could add another. I carefully shift my body away, trying not to wake up Winter, but that feat is nearly impossible as the noise I must’ve heard before becomes louder. I can’t tell what it is, but the strange sound grows louder and louder. It’s a cross between thump-thump and perhaps, whirring?
“Mm, what is that?” Winter sleepily grumbles.
“I don’t know. I’m going to check,” I whisper and get to my feet. The chill instantly hits my exposed skin as the blanket drops, and I no longer have our shared body heat to help keep me warm. We definitely need another log on the fire; it’s way too chilly in here after all.
I hurry to the window as the sound becomes even louder, and I shove the quilt to the side. The window’s frosted up too much to see out, so I hurry to the next. It’s not as bad, thankfully, and I manage to see through the very middle of one of the panes. The light outside is at the weird stage where there’s no sun, but you know it must be morning. It’s overcast and dim, with white everywhere. I bet the kids in the village are taking full advantage of this, and there will be new snowmen built all through Tree Top Lane. It’s rare we have a full-on blizzard before Christmas. Usually just some random snowfall, but maybe this was fate stepping in to give me another shot with Winter.
I glance at David’s truck, noting how high the snow is on the side of the truck. It snowedfeet, not inches. I’m guessing we’ll be getting even more today with the way it looks outside. I know one thing for certain: I’m not going to be able to chop down another tree, so I’ll have to try to unbury the one in the bed of thetruck, and hope I can get enough of the snow off on the porch so it doesn’t create a huge mess in the house later when Winter is ready to decorate.
As I’m staring out into the open area, my eyes widen in shock. “No way,” I murmur, not believing what I’m seeing, as a helicopter slowly lowers to the ground.
“What is it?” Winter calls groggily, sitting up. She reaches over to the couch for her neat stack of discarded items and begins pulling her clothes on. While I hate seeing all of that perfect creamy skin being covered up, it’s probably a good idea right now because I have no idea what’s happening at the moment.
I follow her lead and hurry over to my discarded pile of clothes on the floor, tugging them on. “You’re not going to believe this, but a helicopter just landed outside.”
“Like on the farm? I hope my mom is okay!”
“No, a helicopter landed right in front of the cabin.”
“You’re joking…” She trails off, and I shake my head.
I race to the door, thinking there’s only one person who would actually get a helicopter for me right now. However, I don’t know how it’s possible when no one knows my actual location. With that in mind, I’m just as confused and curious as Winter is at the moment.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, my agent, Spencer, jumps out of the helicopter. He’s smiling widely as he attempts to make his way through the deep snow to the front door. He’s not dressed for this weather. Which tells me he was probably picked up outside his office or somewhere just as warm, and then rode straight over here, keeping out of the brunt of the cold.
“Spencer?” I say by greeting, with my brows raised and an amused smirk lifting my lips.
“Spruce! My guy! How’s it going?”
